Dominant path

As soon as you had moved in together, Tanya had been true to her words: you were getting tested, rewarded and punished. It amazed you the massive contrast between how she could be gentle, caring and loving when rewarding you and how cruel, mean and borderline sadistic she would get when she punished you. All that motivated you to please her and accomplish all her tasks to the best of your ability. With time you came to understand a part of her punishment system: you had noticed the worst punishments had come not from the biggest failures, but from the weakest efforts. And so you were striving to do your best.

Punishments had ranged from simple spankings to watersports and even scat.

On the first days, Tanya had gradually added rules to your way of living. They were not all for you though, she also wanted to have fun and thrilled in the risk, but she obviously enjoyed controlling you and making you take some bigger risks.

Her first order once you had moved in together had been an almost complete overhaul of your wardrobe. To keep things simple and save time, it was done as the two of you were unpacking your clothes after the move. In your bedroom were all the boxes and suitcases in which you had stuffed your wardrobe and, on the bed, a large black garbage bag. On the desk there was some hardware that you didn't really know what Tanya planned to do with.

"Alright Princess, now I have some conditions written down on this sheet for every kind of piece of clothing. You will unpack your clothes one piece at a time and we will check if it meets the conditions. If it does, you may keep it. If not, on the desk is the necessary equipment to modify it to meet the conditions. If that is not possible, that garbage bag over there goes to charity."

You didn't really know how to feel yet. You really loved Tanya with all your heart and wanted to please her, but at the same time you didn't really want to give away your clothes.

Then Tanya added: " Oh and one more thing. Those conditions are what I would call exciting, others might call them indecent. Whatever... what I'm getting at is I expect my little Princess to be giving away quite a lot of clothing. It could be that your very favorite piece doesn't meet the requirements, and giving it away would sadden you, which would sadden me. So I'm giving you an out: you may veto my ruling on any piece of clothing if you wish to keep it. But there will be a penalty." She added with an evil grin.

You had come to know that grin: that little smile, those piercing eyes. They meant bad news for you most of the time. Of, more accurately, bad news for you flat belly.

"What kind of penalty?" you asked in a nervous tone.

"I won't go into the details, as that would ruin a surprise. But let me put it this way: every veto will increase the risk for you in our next game. So if you wish to get pregnant next time, by all means, keep all of your wardrobe. It's up to you. I'm also not giving you an estimate of how much more risk one veto will add or how many vetoes will guarantee you get that egg swimming in swimmers."

With that, she giggled. An evil, menacing giggle that sent chills down your spine. And then she kissed you lovingly and passionately.

Talk about mixed signals?